Re: Call: Wren/Luke
[The sound of the bed creaking distracts her from the fact that it's going to take some work to get his opinion to improve about her, and she laughs softly at the smug tone of his voice.] Red silk, long, the kind with a hood. [Thoughtfully.] Jeans? t-shirt? [The next question is one she needs to think about, and she almost brushes it off and doesn't answer it seriously.] You're asking if it turns me on? No, it doesn't. I like it too much sometimes, though, if the person is particularly mean or nasty. It's just [...] it's nice to be in control for once. [Then, more warmly, a touch of huskiness.] I beg to differ. I think you'd look very good tied up. [Her own pause.] Was it serious? [Beat.] Two years.